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A poem for Obatala-Obalajii-Kimathe-Jetta
blowing strong winds
a Jersey City King of Kings
everything . . . to cast his spell
yo! papa Obatala touching tentacles
chance upon this poet on an open forum
inside Harlem Botanical shops
beating for her lost voodoo box
enshroud earth, Virgo oils and pearls
adorn the day happen on
present Oshun crystal mojo, Vodka, chicken wings and Russian suicide writers
�� 2011 Lepadah
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SANTERIA!!
the power of white magic has lived in our people for so long, there are times that we forget that there is another magic that is dark. you have taken me home to the nights by a barn fire on the island, on the hill of alto sano. music whaling people dancing and island rituals being performed, for love, revenge, peace, and good weather for the farmer. I have not thought of this in a long time or the guarding that is protecting me. as you know I can not mention. I stopped believing a long time ago. Even in God, but it was an educated choice.
Eddie
THE PAST IS JUST A LESSON, THE FUTURE IS NOT YET WRITTEN. I LIVE IN THE NOW!
This is awfully hard to
This is awfully hard to understand. I'm having a bit of difficulty placing it in my mind. Probably most of the words are foreign to me. A little background will help.
Also, check this line
"inside a Harlem Botanical shops"
I think the article "a" should be removed. :)
"The poem must be pertinent, the poet, purposeful"
wsg
Great post! I can't wait to see more.
ReplyDeleteClean up after this crispy baked fried chicken recipe is super easy!